Page 40 of Guardians for the Vamp
Of course. They have friends who they talk with about this kind of stuff. I wave my hand. “Fine, tell those you trust, but no one else. I’d like to keep this to ourselves as long as possible. I know it will come out eventually. It’s inevitable. We just need more time to process what’s happening between the three of us.”
“So we really are mates?” Layla asks, awe and excitement filling her voice.
Thorne’s wings flutter. I’ve noticed he does that a lot when he’s delighted… or turned on. My eyes travel down his body to his bulge. He’sdefinitelyturned on.
“It’s all happening so fast,” Layla continues.
“Yes. It is,” I say. “But like I said, by not completing the bond right away, it will allow our feelings to catch up to this intense attraction we’re feeling toward each other.”
That could also bite us in the ass. If we truly are mates, the bond will do everything in its power to bring us together. Everything will be amplified: our sexual need for one another, our protectiveness, the painful tug in our chest when we’re apart…
Supernaturals are far more open to accepting a fated mate bond than a human. Most of us wait our entire lives to find the one who claims our heart. But our case is different. Our hearts are being shared and it’s all too overwhelming, even for a supernatural. Not to mention that we have lived hundreds of years alone, not needing to depend on another.
Besides, a fated mate bond can be rejected. We still have a choice. Our bodies will only allow the bond to take hold if the other—or others—truly want it.
“I mean…” Layla says at the same time Thorne mumbles, “But…”
They’re both pouting, and it’s rather adorable.
“Oh no,” I goad. “My poor hornymates.”
Layla and Thorne stand on opposite sides of each other at the kitchen island, and I’m at the end between them. Extending my wings, I wrap the ends around them and drag them next to me.
Layla gasps at the unexpected move and Thorne humphs. I doubt the massive gargoyle has ever been manhandled before. He’s strong, but so am I. I’d love nothing more than to toss him around. He’s especially good at taking orders, pleasuring our queen at my words in the limo a few weeks ago. I’d love to sit back and tell him to touch and fuck Layla while I watch.
I lift my hands to cup their cheeks. “Who says we can’t still fuck in the meantime?”
My tail moves between Layla’s legs, and I skim the tip along her already soaked panties. She inhales a sharp breath when it pushes the material aside and brushes her slit.
“So wet for us, my darling.”
I wrap my fingers around her throat and squeeze, pulling her close enough so I can cover her mouth with mine. The kiss is soft, sweet, but I’m hungry for more. I slip my tongue inside and lap up her honey taste. Her fangs have dropped, and they prick my lips, causing them to bleed.
Thorne’s pleasure nips at my nerves. When I release Layla, I reach my hand up and close my fingers around the gargoyle’s thick neck. It’s harder to squeeze but with my supernatural strength, I manage enough to skirt that fine line of pain and pleasure.
I pull Thorne close to slant my mouth over his. His lips aren’t as delicate as Layla’s, but his kiss is just as sweet. Just as hungry. His tongue swipes over the cuts from Layla’s fangs, and he groans at the taste of my blood.
It’s as if it activates the animalistic parts inside him. He growls and bites down, his own fangs puncturing my lips. He sucks up the blood as it pours out, then he clasps my chin and turns my head so Layla can get her fill. The vampire’s tongue lashes over my wound. It will start healing soon so she eagerly takes what she can.
She moans into my mouth as I move the hardened tip of my tail to her clit. It might not vibrate like a gargoyle’s tail, but I still know how to work a clit.
I press down and massage the sensitive bud in quick circles, bringing Layla to the cusp of orgasm.
Thorne’s fingers have found their way to my pussy, and he slides one in while Layla feeds off our bloody make out session.
There’s a hand on my breast... large and calloused. Then another hand, soft and small, covers the other. Simultaneously,the vampire and gargoyle pinch and pull my nipples, causing me to scream out.
“Bedroom,” I manage to moan.
I release their throats and Thorne removes his fingers, then slides them into Layla’s mouth so she can lick off my pleasure.
Once his fingers are clean, I lead them up the stairs to my bedroom. I’ve kept the decor simple since I don’t spend a lot of time up here. A few abstract paintings hang along the walls. The bedding on the king-sized mattress is white but the rest of the furniture around the room is black.
“In between us, Layla,” I say and stand in front of her.
Thorne moves behind her and locks eyes with me. I nod, and his large hands move to her forearms. He smooths them up then around to her back where he takes hold of the zipper, slowly sliding it down.
Layla inhales sharply. I love how she lets us know just how much our touches affect her.
